These days, furniture is meant to last a lifetime, especially since the Lin family is now quite wealthy. They chose the best wood, and the carpenters and their apprentices worked even harder.
Lin Wanyue saw that the windows were carved with patterns, and when she reached out to touch them, they were indeed very beautiful.
Her father also said he had made her a very beautiful bed, but there was a lot of furniture to make, so the bed hadn't been made yet. Lin Wanyue had no choice but to look at other things first.
"Uncle, when can we start playing these things?" Lin Wanyue held her head in her hands, and Lin Diaodiao imitated her, holding her head in her two little front paws, her round eyes rolling around.
"Oh, little one, what's the rush?" The carpenter thought she was pretty and liked her very much. He said kindly, "The doors and windows are all made. There are just a few cabinets and chests to make. The only difficult one is the eight-step bed. The rest can be made one a day. Your family can move in at the latest this month. It'll be soon."
"Oh, thank you, Uncle." Lin Wanyue thanked him politely, then went home first, carrying Lin Diaodiao.
Lin Weiming had just returned from Cui Zhongjie's village.
Cui Zhongjie didn't even know when he died, but after his death he was still concerned about his body, so he begged Lin Wanyue for help so that he could at least be buried in peace.
Lin Wanyue thought this was quite normal, so she asked her father to handle it.
Anyway, since Dad hasn't had to work in the fields lately, he's actually become quite idle.
Lin Weiming was overjoyed that someone could help him with his son's studies, so how could he refuse?
Although this is not a human, but a ghost.
But as long as Cui Zhongjie has genuine talent and knowledge, that is enough.
When Lin Weiming returned, they learned that Cui Zhongjie had died half a month earlier. After the villagers found his body, they helped raise money to prepare a thin coffin for him and buried him next to his parents' graves.
It was only because everyone was poor these days that no one had the extra money to hold a funeral for him, so no one lit a soul-guiding lamp for him, and that's why he drifted to Ning'an Village.
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